Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern: With an Historical Introduction and Notes, Volumen2William Motherwell W. D. Ticknor & Company, 1846 - 282 páginas |
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Página 58 - O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to tak' a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear, And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear. " Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, " For I fear that you are slain.
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Página 58 - And a' by the light of the moon, Until they cam to his mother's ha' door, And there they lighted down. " Get up, get up, Lady Mother," he says, " Get up and let me in ! — Get up, get up, Lady Mother," he says, " For this night my fair lady I 've win.